The office elevator smells of sweaty boys. Ok, fine, one of the elevators in the 21 floor office tower in which I work. Which has 8 elevators. This just reinforces my notion that suits are silly, but further hammers home the point that even though office buildings are designed with the comforts of dudes in … More Scent of things to come?
Perhaps once thought of as a part of a new move by the Catholic Church, Karl Rahner represented a far more “populist” platform during Vatican II and then promptly died. Well before I was born. But he has influenced my thoughts from afar. His theological concepts, thoughts and general discourse changed how I looked at … More Art and symbol
So I am not necessarily qualified any longer to discuss Gadamer. It’s been too long and I’m too far removed. I do recall reading Truth and Method and peeling back a few layers of my brain. Probably should address more on this in another book, but suffice it to say it became clear that truth … More The favorite philosopher
It was my beloved partner who discovered Stuart MacBride. A Scottish writer, long on macabre police procedurals and Scottish witticisms, especially expletives and crazy descriptions of his characters. He creates and abundance of personality, and his people are out sized. His bumbling hero, Logan McRae, is constantly finding himself in precarious if not downright life-threatening … More The surly Scot
Well, better Friday than never, right. Besides, I had to wait for the mountain to come out so I could get a decent picture from the bus… Sissy Hankshaw may have changed my life. Of course, Tom Robbins is a Seattle guy. And an ex-lover of mine introduced me to his work. But he’s a … More Even Cowgirls get the Blues
Jenny Lawson. Who doesn’t love someone with an obsession with taxidermy? And a host of other quirks And a serious case of anxiety and depression (self-described), among other things. If you haven’t read her stuff, you should. Furiously Happy had me laughing out loud on public transit. Keeps the rest of the public at bay … More With love from Texas
Ok, so to start, yes, I realize this whole effort could be considered along the lines of confessional. As I endeavored this outline and the writing thereafter, the only promise I made to myself is to try and speak my truth. Not that the truth is a constant, but to channel my inner John Leguizamo … More The confessionals
